Nate, a young man in his twenties stood up and announced "I'll do it."
He was a rather large individual, standing at six foot four, Muscular too, but with a little bit of flab as well. Sadly, he was a single man, but well regarded in the community as a man of good character and a big heart.
"Excellent!" said Stephan and motioned for Nate to come to the stage. Nate pulled out his wallet as he walked up, pulling out two crisp $100 dollar bills. "And what sort of transformation were you looking for this evening?"
"Well, I've always been interested in transformations and I'd like something...big. Like a mythological creature or something. Just to experience turning into something else would be cool," replied Nate.
"I think that would be a great thing to show our audience," replied Stephan as he motioned Nate over to the Madame.
"So, you want a grand transformation? A creature of myth, I hear. At first glance, I think you'd make a great minotaur or centaur," offered the Madame.
"Would it be permanent though? I mean, I don't want to be a permanent beast..." replied Nate.
"Hmm...let me think," replied the Madame. Stephan walked over to Madame Illusia.
"He donated two hundred dollars. I think we should give him something special," he whispered.
Nate looked over to the Madame and her son, waiting anxiously. The Madame nodded and walked back over to Nate.
"I've come up with something that I think will you will enjoy my young man," said the Madame as she waved her hands over him, murmuring her spell.
Nate could feel the energy coursing through him as his pulse quickened. A sudden jolt of pain struck him, followed by another. He felt his muscles swell and grow. Dropping to his knees, he cried out, feeling both intense pain, but also an almost orgasmic joy from it. He looked over himself, checking out the changes. His hands and forearms were slowly becoming covered by dark brown coarse hairs, which he quickly realized was growing out into fur. His nails slowly grew out into claws. He feel a dull pain in his mouth and his lips were pulled back. He reached up with a furry hand and was shocked to feel his teeth had grown out into long, sharp fangs.
He looked up to the Madame.
"What am I turning into?" he asked, in a deep, gutteral voice.
"You're becoming a big, strong werewolf my young man," said the Madame, running her fingers through the his thickening fur. "You're going to be big and strong, a protector for your community. Not a monster. Don't worry."
"Cool," replied Nate as his transformation continued. The tent was filled with the sounds of ripping fabric and his shirt tore away, revealing a furry, muscular torso. Nate felt his shoes tear apart at the seams as his feet stretched into digigrade paws.
Nate stared out into the audience, his amber colored eyes seeming to glow in the light. The audience watched in stunned silence as the transformation reached it's end stages and his face slowly pushed out into a lupine muzzle, his ears growing to furred points and moving to the top of his head.
He slowly rose onto his new legs, looking over the audience. Madame Illusia stood next to him, showing the audience there was nothing to fear. She ran her fingers through his fur and Nate let out a loud, joyful howl.
Nate looked at the Madame appreciatively as he stepped down from the stage. He slowly walked down the center aisle. The townspeople reached out, tentatively checking out the new werewolf. A young boy, no older than thirteen reached out for Nate's hand. Nate knelt down to the boy, taking his hand. The boy ran his hand through Nate's fur and over his long sharp claws. He moved up and over his muscled biceps and gave Nate a playful scratching behind his ears.
"Cool," replied the boy.
Nate released the boy's hand and walked to the back of the tent and out into the cool night air. He knew deep in his heart that he'd be a great werewolf.